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Goodfellas is a 1990 film about the rise and fall of 3 gangsters, spanning three decades.

Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Nicholas Pileggi and Martin Scorsese, based on Pileggi's volume, Wiseguy: Life in a Mafia Family.

Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.taglines

Henry Hill [edit]

• Every bit far back every bit I tin can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster. To me, being a gangster was meliorate than being President of the United States. Fifty-fifty earlier I first wandered into the cabstand for an after-school task, I knew I wanted to be a function of them. It was at that place that I knew that I belonged. To me, it meant beingness somebody in a neighborhood that was full of nobodies. They weren't similar anybody else. I mean, they did whatever they wanted. They double-parked in forepart of a hydrant and nobody ever gave them a ticket. In the summertime when they played cards all night, nobody ever called the cops.
• Paulie might've moved slow, but it was but because Paulie didn't accept to move for anybody.
• He knew what went on at that cab stand, and every once in a while I'd have to accept a chirapsia. Simply by and then I didn't care. The way I saw information technology everybody takes a beating sometime.
• Hundreds of guys depended on Paulie and he got a piece of everything they made. And it was tribute, just like in the old country, except they were doing it here in America. And all they got from Paulie was protection from other guys looking to rip them off. And that's what information technology's all about. That's what the FBI could never understand. That what Paulie and the organization does is offer protection for people who can't get to the cops. That's it. That's all. They're like the police department for wiseguys.
• I 24-hour interval some of the kids from the neighborhood carried my mother'due south groceries all the style home. You know why? It was outta respect.
• For us to live any other way was basics. Uh, to the states, those goody-expert people who worked shitty jobs for bum paychecks and took the subway to work every day and worried virtually their bills were dead. I mean they were suckers. They had no balls. If we wanted something, we only took it. If anyone complained twice they got hit so bad, believe me, they never complained again.
• Now the guy'due south got Paulie as a partner. Any bug, he goes to Paulie. Trouble with the bill? He can go to Paulie. Trouble with the cops, deliveries, Tommy, he tin call Paulie. Just at present the guy's gotta come up with Paulie's money every week, no matter what. Business organization bad? "Fuck you, pay me." Oh, you had a fire? "Fuck you, pay me." Place got hitting by lightning, huh? "Fuck you, pay me." Also, Paulie could do anything. Particularly stitch bills on the articulation's credit. And why not? Nobody's gonna pay for it anyhow. And as soon every bit the deliveries are made in the front door, you lot move the stuff out the back and sell it at a discount. You take a two hundred dollar case of booze and you sell it for a hundred. It doesn't matter. It'due south all profit. And then finally, when there'south nothing left, when you tin can't borrow another buck from the banking concern or buy some other case of booze, you bust the joint out. Y'all light a match.
• For nearly of the guys, killings got to be accustomed. Murder was the simply manner that everybody stayed in line. You lot got out of line, you lot got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. But sometimes, even if people didn't get out of line, they got whacked. I mean, hits just became a addiction for some of the guys. Guys would go into arguments over nothing and before you knew it, one of them was dead. And they were shooting each other all the time. Shooting people was a normal matter. It was no large deal. We had a serious problem with Billy Batts. This was really a touchy affair. Tommy'd killed a made guy. Batts was role of the Gambino crew and was considered untouchable. Before yous could touch a fabricated guy, you had to accept a skillful reason. You had to have a sitdown, and you meliorate get an okay, or yous'd be the one who got whacked.
• Saturday night was for wives, simply Friday nighttime at the Copa was always for the girlfriends.
• See, you know when you lot retrieve of prison, you get pictures in your listen of all those erstwhile movies with rows and rows of guys behind bars...Just it wasn't like that for wiseguys. It actually wasn't that bad. Excepting that I missed Jimmy. He was doing his time in Atlanta...I mean, everybody else in the joint was doing real time, all mixed together, living like pigs. Just we lived alone. And we owned the articulation.
• [after the Lufthansa heist] It made him sick to accept to turn coin over to the guys who stole information technology. He'd rather whack 'em. Anyway, what did I care? I wasn't asking for anything and besides, Jimmy was making nice money with me through my Pittsburgh connections. [showing a montage of dead gangsters] Simply still, months later the robbery they were finding bodies all over. [police surround a truck, open it to see a dead man hanging on a hook like a meat husk] When they found Carbone in the meat truck, he was frozen so stiff it took them 2 days to thaw him out for the autopsy.
• You know, we e'er called each other goodfellas. Similar you said to, uh, somebody, "You're gonna similar this guy. He'south all right. He's a good fella. He'south one of us." You sympathise? We were goodfellas. Wiseguys. Just Jimmy and I could never exist made because we had Irish gaelic blood. It didn't even matter that my mother was Sicilian. To become a member of a coiffure you've got to exist one hundred per cent Italian and then they can trace all your relatives dorsum to the old country. See, it's the highest honour they can give you. Information technology means you lot belong to a family and crew. Information technology means that nobody can fuck around with you. It also ways y'all could fuck effectually with anybody just equally long every bit they aren't also a member. It'due south like a license to steal. It'due south a license to do annihilation. As far every bit Jimmy was concerned with Tommy being made, information technology was similar we were all being made. We would now have one of our ain as a member.
• [most Tommy'due south murder] It was revenge for Baton Batts, and a lot of other things. And there was nothing that we could practise about it. Batts was a made human being and Tommy wasn't. And nosotros had to sit still and take it. Information technology was amongst the Italians. It was existent greaseball shit. They even shot Tommy in the face so his mother couldn't requite him an open coffin at the funeral.
• For a second, I thought I was expressionless, but when I heard all the noise I knew they were cops. Only cops talk that way. If they had been wiseguys, I wouldn't have heard a affair. I would've been expressionless.
• If you're part of a crew, nobody always tells you that they're going to kill you. It doesn't happen that way. In that location weren't any arguments or curses like in the movies. And then your murderers come with smiles. They come up as your friends, the people who have cared for you lot all of your life, and they always seem to come at a time when you're at your weakest and most in need of their assist.
• Information technology was easy for all of u.s. to disappear. My house and cars were either registered in the proper name of my married woman or my mother-in-law. My commuter's license and social security number were phony. I never voted; never paid taxes. My birth document, abort sail, and my service record from the Army were all that existed to prove to the government I was always alive.
• See, the hardest thing for me was leaving the life. I still love the life. And we were treated like movie stars with muscle. We had information technology all, just for the asking. Our wives, mothers, kids, everybody rode along. I had paper numberless filled with jewelry stashed in the kitchen. I had a saccharide bowl total of coke next to the bed. Anything I wanted was a phone call abroad. Costless cars. The keys to a dozen hideout flats all over the city. I'd bet 20, xxx g over a weekend and and so I'd either blow the winnings in a week or get to the sharks to pay back the bookies. Didn't matter. It didn't mean anything. When I was bankrupt I would become out and rob some more. We ran everything. We paid off cops. We paid off lawyers. We paid off judges. Everybody had their hands out. Everything was for the taking. And now information technology'southward all over. And that's the hardest function. Today, everything is different. There'south no action. I accept to wait around similar anybody else. Tin can't even get decent food. Right after I got here, I ordered some spaghetti with marinara sauce and I got egg noodles and ketchup. I'm an boilerplate nobody. I go to live the rest of my life like a schnook.

Karen Hill [edit]

• I night, Bobby Vinton sent us champagne. There was nothing like it. I didn't think there was anything strange in whatsoever of this. You know, a xx-one-year-old kid with such connections. He was an exciting guy. He was really squeamish. He introduced me to everybody. Everybody wanted to be nice to him. And he knew how to handle information technology.
• I know there are women, like my all-time friends, who would have gotten out of there the minute their boyfriend gave them a gun to hide. But I didn't. I gotta admit the truth. Information technology turned me on.
• Well, we weren't married to 9-to-v guys, but the first time I realized how different was when Mickey had a hostess party. They had bad pare and wore too much make-up. I mean, they didn't expect very good. They looked beat out-up. And the stuff they wore was thrown together and cheap. A lot of pant suits and double knits. And they talked nigh how rotten their kids were and about beating them with broom handles and leather belts. But that the kids still didn't pay whatever attention...Later on a while, it got to exist all normal. None of it seemed like crimes. It was more like Henry was enterprising and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while the other guys were sitting on their asses waiting for hand-outs. Our husbands weren't brain surgeons. They were blueish-collar guys. The only way they could make actress money, real extra money, was to go out and cut a few corners...We were all so very close. I hateful, in that location were never any outsiders around. Absolutely never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.
• We always did everything together and we e'er were in the same crowd. Anniversaries, christenings. We only went to each other'south houses. The women played cards, and when the kids were built-in, Mickey and Jimmy were always the first at the infirmary. And when we went to the Islands or Vegas to vacation, we always went together. No outsiders, e'er. It got to be normal. Information technology got to where I was even proud that I had the kind of husband who was willing to go out and risk his neck just to get the states the little extras.
• Merely however I couldn't hurt him. How could I hurt him? I couldn't fifty-fifty bring myself to leave him. The truth was that no matter how bad I felt I was withal very attracted to him. Why should I give him to someone else? Why should she win?

Dialogue [edit]

Jimmy: [To immature Henry, after he gets cleared in court] Congratulations, hither's your graduation present [Puts money in Henry'southward pocket]

Henry: For what? I got pinched.

Jimmy: Hey, everybody gets pinched, but you did it correct. You told 'em nix and they got nothing.

Henry: I thought y'all'd exist mad.

Jimmy: I'thousand not mad, I'm proud of ya. You took your first pinch similar a homo, and you learned the two most important things in life. You listenin'? Never rat on your friends, and ALWAYS go on your mouth shut. [Gives Henry an affectionate light slap on the cheek and leads him out of the courtroom. Outside, Paulie and many of the other gangsters are waiting for him.]

Paulie: Hey, you lot broke yer blood-red! [The other gangsters cheer and congratulate Henry]

---

Henry: Yous're a pistol! You're actually funny. You're really funny!

Tommy: What do you mean I'thousand funny?

Henry: It's funny, you know. Information technology'south a adept story, information technology'due south funny, y'all're a funny guy!

Tommy: [dangerously] What practice you hateful? You mean the way I talk? What?

[Everyone becomes tranquillity]

Henry: It's just, you know, you lot're merely funny. It's funny, the mode you tell the story and everything.

Tommy: Funny how? I mean, what'south funny well-nigh it?

Anthony: Tommy, no, you got it all wrong —

Tommy: Oh, oh, Anthony. He'south a large boy, he knows what he said. [to Henry] What did ya say? Funny how?

Anthony: You lot're correct.

Henry: Just —

Tommy: What?

Henry: Merely, ya know, you lot're funny.

Tommy: You mean, let me sympathise this, 'crusade, ya know peradventure it's me, I'm a little fucked up perhaps, but I'1000 funny how? I mean funny like I'one thousand a clown? I amuse you? I brand yous laugh, I'thousand here to fuckin' charm you? What do y'all mean funny? Funny how? How am I funny?

Henry: Just... you know, how y'all tell the story — what?

Tommy: No, no, I don't know. Yous said it! How do I know? You said I'1000 funny. How the fuck am I funny? What the fuck is so funny about me?! Tell me, tell me what's funny!

[Long pause]

Henry: Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!

[Everyone laughs]

Tommy: Ya motherfucker! I nearly had him, I almost had him! You stuttering prick, you! Frankie, was he shaking? I wonder about you sometimes, Henry. You may fold under questioning!

---

Karen: [narrating] Subsequently awhile, it got to be all normal. None of information technology seemed like crime. It was more similar Henry was enterprising, and that he and the guys were making a few bucks hustling, while all the other guys were sitting on their asses, waiting for handouts. Our husbands weren't encephalon surgeons, they were blue-collar guys. The only fashion they could brand extra money, real extra coin, was to get out and cut a few corners.

[Cuts to Henry and Tommy hijacking a truck]

Tommy: Where'south the strongbox, you fuckin' varmint?!

Karen: [narrating] We were all then very close. I hateful, there were never any outsiders effectually. Admittedly never. And being together all the time made everything seem all the more normal.

---

Karen: [narrating, at a makeup party with other wives] It was rough seeing the wives of other gangsters. They did non have care of themselves; they looked crush up and their faces were caked with makeup. Most of the time was spent talking virtually how rotten their kids were; how they decked them or whipped them with electrical wiring and the kids still wouldn't pay attention. [afterwards in her bedroom] I don't think I can do it, Henry.

Henry: Do what?

Karen: This whole thing. Jeannie said her husband was sent to jail. God forbid, what if that happened to you?

Henry: Bet she didn't tell you why her husband went at that place?

Karen: How come?

Henry: To get away from Jeannie! Karen, when it comes to the Mafia no i goes to jail unless they want to. We crush the organization and I got it all figured out. I am organized; I got my shit together. You know who goes to jail? Nigger stickup men. Know why they get caught? Because they fall asleep in the getaway car.

---

Tommy: Just don't go bustin' my balls, Baton, okay?

Billy: Hey, Tommy, if I was gonna break your assurance, I'd tell you to go home and get your shine box. [To his friends] Now this kid, this kid was slap-up. They, they used to call him Spitshine Tommy. I swear to God! At present he'd make your shoes expect similar fuckin' mirrors. 'Scuse my language. He was terrific, he was the best. He made a lot of money, too. Salud, Tommy!

Tommy: No more shines, Billy.

Baton: What?

Tommy: I said no more shines. Peradventure you lot didn't hear about it, you've been abroad a long time; they didn't go up there and tell you lot. I don't shine shoes anymore.

Billy: Relax, will ya? You flipped right out, what'due south got into yous? I'm breakin' your balls a little bit, that'south all. I'thou only kiddin' with ya.

Tommy: Sometimes yous don't sound like yous're kidding, you know? There's a lotta people around...

Billy: Tommy, I'm only kiddin' with you. Nosotros're having a political party and I simply came dwelling house, and I oasis't seen you in a long time, and I'thou breakin' your balls, and correct away you're getting fuckin' fresh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you.

Tommy: I'one thousand deplorable too. It'due south okay. No problem.

Billy: Okay, salud. [moment of silence as he takes a drink] Now go home and get ya fuckin' shinebox!

Tommy: [smashes his drinking glass in acrimony] Motherfuckin' mutt! You, you fuckin' piece of shit...! [Henry and Jimmy restrain him]

Billy: [taunting] Yeah, yep, yeah, come on, come up on! Come up on! Let him go!

Tommy: Henry, he bought his fucking button! That fake sometime tough guy! You bought your fucking push! Go along that motherfucker hither, go along him here! [leaves]

---

Tommy: Spider, that cast on your human foot is bigger than your fucking head. Next thing yous know he'll have one of these fucking walkers. Merely you can even so dance. Give us a couple of fucking steps, Spider. You fucking bullshitter, you. Tell the truth. Yous desire sympathy, is that correct, sweetie?

Spider: Why don't you go fuck yourself, Tommy?

[Everyone, but Tommy, laughs]

Jimmy: I didn't hear right. I tin can't believe what I heard. [giving Spider cash] This is for yous. I got respect for this child, he's got a lot of fucking balls. Practiced for y'all! Don't take no shit off nobody! A guy shoots him in the foot, he tells him to become fuck himself. Tommy, y'all gonna let this fucking punk become away with that? What's this world coming to?

Tommy: [continuing and shooting Spider] That'south what the fucking globe's coming to, how do ya like that? How's that?

Henry: What is wrong with y'all?!

Jimmy: What is the fucking matter with you?! What, are you lot stupid or what?! I was kidding with you lot. Are you a sick maniac?

Tommy: How do I know you're kidding? You breaking my fucking assurance?!

Jimmy: I'g fucking kidding with you, you fucking shoot the guy?!

Henry: [inspecting Spider on the flooring] He's dead.

Tommy: [later a brief silence] I'1000 a expert shot, what do you desire from me?

Anthony: How could you lot miss at this altitude?

Tommy: You got a problem with what I did, Anthony? Fucking rat, anyway. His family unit'south all rats, he'd take grown up to be a rat.

Jimmy: Stupid bastard, I can't fucking believe you. At present, yous're gonna dig the fucking thing now. Yous're gonna dig the pigsty. I got no fucking lime, you're gonna do it.

Tommy: Fine! I'll dig the fucking hole, I don't give a fuck. What is it, the first hole I ever dug? I'll fucking dig the hole. Where are the shovels?

---

Paulie: [about Henry's cheating] Karen came to the house. She's very upset. This is no good; you gotta straighten this out. We gotta have at-home.

Jimmy: We don't know what she'll practice.

Paulie: She'south hysterical. Very excited. She'due south wild. And you got to take it easy. You lot got children. I'm not saying get back to her this minute, just y'all got to get back. You got to go on up appearances.

Jimmy: I got the two of them come up to my firm every day commiserating, the two of them. I just can't have it. I tin't do it, Henry. I can't practise it. Nobody says you tin can't do what you want. Nosotros all know that. This is what it is. We know what information technology is. You have to do what's right. Y'all have to go habitation to the family. You got to go home, okay? Await at me. You lot got to go home. Smarten up.

Paulie: I'll talk to Karen. I'll straighten this out. I know simply what to say to her. I'll say you lot'll become back to her and information technology'll be like when you lot first got married. I'll romance her. It'll be cute. I know how to talk to her, especially to her. In the meantime, Jimmy and Tommy were going to Tampa this weekend. Instead yous go with Jimmy.

Jimmy: Yous come with me.

Paulie: Have a good fourth dimension. Sit in the sun. Take a few days off.

Jimmy: We'll have a adept time.

Paulie: Later on that, yous'll go back to Karen. There'south no other way. No divorce. We're non animoli.

Jimmy: No divorce. She'll never divorce him. She'll kill him, but non divorce him. [they laugh]

---

Karen and her children are visiting Henry in jail

Guard: Mrs. Hill, this style. Sign this book, please.

Karen signs ledger merely something catches her center

Proper name of Inmate: Henry Loma

Name of Visitor: Janice Rossi

Visitor'southward center

Karen: I saw her, Henry.

Henry: What are you talking about?

Karen: I saw her name in the annals.

Henry: Jesus Christ.

Karen: You want her to visit you? Allow her stay up all night, crying and writing messages to the parole board.

Henry: What am I doing hither? Where am I? I'm in jail. I tin't stop people from coming to encounter me.

Karen: Practiced. Let her sneak this stuff every calendar week. [Karen dangles a bag of illegal drugs in front him] Allow her fight these bastards every week!

Henry: Expect what you're doing! Stop it!

Karen: I'thou distressing. Let her sneak this shit in for you.

Henry: Volition you cease it, Karen? Volition yous stop it?

Karen: Permit her practice it! Permit her do information technology!

Henry: Cease It!!!

[Kids react to acrimony; Karen starts to sob]

Karen: Nobody is helping me. I am all alone. Belle and Morrie are broke. I asked your friend Remo for the money that he owes yous, and you know what he told me? He told me to accept my kids downward to the police station and become on welfare.

Henry: Karen, It'due south going to be okay.

Karen: Yep? Fifty-fifty Paulie, since he got out, I've never seen him. I never see anybody anymore.

Henry: It's only you and me. That's what happens when you go abroad. I told yous that we're on our own. Forget everybody else. Forget Paulie. Every bit long as he's on parole, he doesn't want anybody doing anything.

Karen: I tin can't do it.

Henry: Yes, you tin can. Karen, Listen to me. All I need is for you to bring me this stuff. I got a guy in here from Pittsburgh who'll help me motility it. Believe me, in a month nosotros're gonna exist fine. Nosotros won't need anybody.

Karen: I'm afraid. I'm afraid if Paulie finds out...

Henry: Or I merely say, Don't worry about him. He is not helping united states out. Is he putting any nutrient on the table? We've gotta help each other. Nosotros've just gotta-- Listen, We've gotta be actually conscientious while we do it.

Karen: I don't want to hear a word about her anymore, Henry.

Henry: Never.

---

Henry has just been released from prison

Henry'south Children: Daddy! Are you out for good? Are yous coming to my recital? Hither is a picture I drew!

Henry takes a look at the depression-hire tenement his married woman and kids are looking in and reacts with disgust

Henry: Karen, go packed. We are moving out. I am going to Pittsburgh tommorow.

Karen: What? You have a meeting with your parole officer tommorow.

Henry: Don't worry, they owe me $15,000. Who wants to go to Uncle Paulie's?

Children cheer. Cutting to Paulie'southward business firm where people have a large dinner. Later Paulie speaks to Henry in individual

Paulie: I do not want whatever more of that shit.

Henry: I have no idea what'due south going on here.

Paulie: I mean the drugs! I exercise not want any more of that junk.

Henry: Paulie, why would I desire to get mixed upward in that?

Paulie: Just don't do it. I am not talking near what yous did in the can. You get a pass for that. In there you had to practise what you had to practice to support your family. I am talking virtually here and at present. I do non want to end upward like Gribbs. Gribbs got twenty years merely for saying skillful morning to some scuzz who was selling junk behind his back! Gribbs is 70 years quondam; the poor homo is going to dice in prison. So I am alarm everyone, information technology could be my son, information technology could be anyone.

[Cut to Henry making cocaine]

Henry: [voiceover] It took me two weeks of sneaking the stuff effectually, simply when I did, it was a real score. In a month I had a down payment on my firm and things were rolling. I knew as long as the greenbacks kept rolling in; Paulie would never find out.

---

Henry: [sniveling] Paulie, I am actually sorry.

Paulie: You fucked up skillful. You looked me in the eye and treated me like shit; like I was nobody.

Henry: I couldn't come up to you; not after what you lot said to me. I was ashamed then; I am ashamed now. I swear on my kids, I am clean. But I got nowhere else to go. I could really use some assist now.

Paulie: Take this.

[Paulie pulls a wad of cash out of his pocket and hands it to Henry]

Henry: Thank yous.

Paulie: And now I take to turn my back on y'all. There is no other way.

Henry: [narrating] My advantage for a lifetime of service to Paulie: $3,200. It was not even enough to pay for my casket.

---

Henry enters a diner

Henry{as narrator}: I got there xv minutes early, Jimmy was already there waiting for me.

Jimmy: All my life I said, do non talk on the phone. Now you see why? Do not worry, I think you stand a good gamble of chirapsia this case.

Jimmy: There was a kid we knew, turned out to exist a rat.

Henry: Actually?

Jimmy: Yep. Found him hiding in Florida. How would y'all feel almost going with Anthony, take care of that guy?

[Jimmy slips a message with information. Screen freeze-frames]

Henry: [narrating] Jimmy never asked me to whack a guy before. Now in the midst of all this he is request me to go to Florida and do a hit with Anthony? [Screen resumes] That is when I knew I would have never returned from Florida live.

Taglines [edit]

• Three Decades of Life in the Mafia.
• "Equally far back every bit I can remember, I've ever wanted to be a gangster."—Henry Hill, Brooklyn, N.Y. 1955.
• Murderers come up with smiles.
• Shooting people was 'No big deal'.
• In a world that'southward powered by violence, on the streets where the violent have power, a new generation carries on an old tradition.

Cast [edit]

• Robert De Niro - Jimmy Conway
• Ray Liotta - Henry Hill
• Joe Pesci - Tommy DeVito
• Lorraine Bracco - Karen Loma
• Paul Sorvino - Paul Cicero
• Chuck Low - Morris 'Morrie' Kessler
• Christopher Serrone - Young Henry Colina
• Frank Sivero - Frankie Carbone
• Tony Darrow - Sonny Bunz
• Frank Vincent - Billy Batts
• Frank Adonis - Anthony Stabile
• Catherine Scorsese - Mrs. DeVito, Tommy's Mother
• Gina Mastrogiacomo - Janice Rossi
• Suzanne Shepherd - Karen'southward Mother
• Debi Mazar - Sandy
• Kevin Corrigan - Michael Hill
• Charles Scorsese - Vinnie
• Michael Imperioli - Spider
• Tony Sirico - Tony Stacks
• Samuel Fifty. Jackson - Stacks Edwards
• Vincent Pastore - Man with Coat Rack
• Ray DeBenedictis - "Pete"
• Jerry Vale - Himself
• Henny Youngman - Himself

External links [edit]

• Goodfellas quotes at the Cyberspace Motion picture Database
• Goodfellas at Rotten Tomatoes
• Goodfellas at Filmsite.org

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